“Oh, yes,” the Jararcha laughed, “every time a boy looks longingly at his sister or a man looks inappropriately at his grown daughter, they remember. Then she continued, “I also allow them to mount me, but once they are astride me, they, too are stuck. Milf sex “Then show up anyway!” the witch said with a laugh. “How do I do that looking like this?” you ask. Trust me, whatever you do, they will remember you and believe in you for weeks or months or even years.”
“But what about us who can’t blend in with humans?” a strange voice croaked out. He didn’t seem all that intelligent as he turned and looked around the room. And every time someone reads one of those stories we witches gain power.”
She took a deep breath and sighed as if she had just finished a succulent drink, then she looked out again at the crowd and said, “Another witch story has been posted somewhere.”
“So what you mean,” Merlin said, “is that someone should tell the story of what has happened here at this
